Midnight Mommy Tip #7: when the baby is lying in a pool of drool, it’s best to put the towel UNDER her, not on top of. Really, it’s probably best to get everyone up and change the bedding out, but, hey, gimme a break, it’s MIDNIGHT.
Mom-ism of the Day: Every time a Princess hiccups, an angel gets its wings.
During turbulent times, our first response is determined by where we place our focus. When my focus is inward (on self) or outward (on my circumstances) my natural response is fear and despair. In pity I often ask, “Why, me?” But when I look toward heaven, it brings about a supernatural response that reflects confidence in God. By focusing on God, my “Why” becomes “What?” “What are you teaching me in this storm, Lord, and how can I use what I learn to help others.” – Proverbs 31 Ministries
Yesterday, it wasn’t fear and despair that I experienced when looking outward; it was irritation, anger and frustration. No matter how old we get, it seems we never grow up. People do petty things and the workplace is simply a grown up version of high school. The thing is, I know I’m not above it all. I screw up, I put my foot in my mouth, I do the wrong things, say the wrong things. I fail, I miss the mark. I SIN.
Hello, World. It’s me – a Sinner.
THANK YOU, JESUS, for continually saving me from myself. And thank You for reminding me, in the midst of the morass that I can forgive precisely because I am forgiven.
Psalm 121:1-2 I raise my eyes toward the mountains.Where will my help come from? My help comes from the Lord,the maker of heaven and earth.
Every week I get blessed by an email sent out to all the Moms at our church, and these little blessings are often funny, heartwarming, uplifting and encouraging. I don’t know about you, but I think the world is in desperate need of such good gifts. So here you go, World, I’m re-gifting Mom Talk just for you:
October 14, 2013
I have read many blog posts and articles recently regarding the “mommy wars.” It’s the silly notion that there is a chasm between working moms and stay-at-home moms.
Sister, it does not matter if you work outside of the home or inside of the home. You might be a single mom or a married mom. You might have babes that grew in your womb or grew in your heart. Maybe you are a boy mama knee deep in army toys and dirt. Or, like me, maybe you’re a girl mama that has more Barbies in your house than the law should allow. Then again, bless your sweet heart, maybe you have a foot in both gender worlds. If so, girlfriend, I salute you.
Working mom, I applaud you. I did it for years and it isn’t easy. Stay-at-home mom, yay you, I’m doing it now and it isn’t easy. And that is what I want us all to realize. This thing called motherhood is hard…for everyone. There is no time for us to be dragging each other down. We have to quit shooting our own wounded. I, for one, do not want to be the reason another mom feels beaten down at the end of the day.
You and I, we are the same. We love our little ones. We pray for their futures. We clip coupons, pinch pennies and, sometimes, forget to shower. We have all made that midnight run to Walmart for diapers or cough medicine. Each of us has had that moment where we felt one mistake away from our kids ending up in therapy. Admit it, you have sniffed a pair of socks to see if they could be worn just one more time.
I have felt the sting of those claiming they would never send their child to daycare. My blood has boiled at those wondering what it is that I do all day now that I “no longer work.” Whatever your average day happens to look like, mom, I think you are a rock star. You are not the only one with a sink full of dirty dishes. You are not the first mom to call a peanut butter sandwich dinner because the thought of cooking was just too much.
I have worked full time. I have stayed home full time. I have worked part time from home. Whatever you do from nine to five, I am a huge fan of you. I won’t judge you when I see you at the store in pajama pants. I won’t shake my head when your kid is screaming and you’re frazzled.
There is no condemnation for those up to their necks in motherhood. Deal?
Meet the author:
Stacy Edwards (@sjedwards) is a trucker’s daugher and a pastor’s wife. She is married to Michael Edwards, the Evangelism and Recreation Pastor at Living Hope. She is a freelance writer and a homeschooling mom to four little girls. Stacy blogs at Servant’s Life where she uses her words to point others to the hope and encouragement found in Christ. If you need her, she’s probably hiding in the bathroom.
Do you know a mom who needs encouragement? Why don’t you pass this on to her?